She’s reminding me that his death marks the death of our last substantial lead. Without him, we have nothing. Just casting around blindly in the dark.
“Ravil has more men out there,” I say. “They’ll have scattered to the winds by now, but we can track them down.”
“Kolya, you’re talking about hundreds of men, most of whom almost certainly don’t know a goddamn thing. Hell, I bet half of them have never even heard of June.”
“Only one way to find out.”
Her jaw pulses erratically. “We can’t afford to keep this search up, Kolya,” she says. “I know you’re grieving—”
I twist around, grab her by the throat, and push her up against the window. My hand is more of a threat than anything else. This is not about hurting her; it’s about reminding her.
“Who am I?” I snarl. “Who the f**k am I?”
Her
